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I think Hyde's here because he doesn't know what to do with himself anymore.

He's at the bar, in his favorite Led Zep shirt, looking kinda on the passed out side, with his cheek smushed up against the wood.

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*Meg drops a blanket over his shoulders as she passes by. It's got turtles on it, because her tutu seems to have taken that as a theme lately.*

Hyde suddenly raises his head at the unexpected weight of the blanket, blinking blearily at the space directly in front of him.

*Aha! There's nothing there!

Meg being behind him and walking away, you see.*

Hyde turns around and squints at the tiny dancer.

"Hey. You." His voice is all gravelley from...various fuckedupedness.

*Meg turns around, and blinks sheepishly.*

Oh - desolee, did I wake you up?

"Yeah, but whatever, I shouldn't be sleepin' in a bar, it'll remind me too much of my happy childhood."

He frowns at the blanket around his shoulders. "What the hell's this?"

*Meg stares.*

They don't have blankets in your time?

"Naw, man, I mean - why'd you give it to me?"

Hyde slowly takes it off his shoulders and examines the turtle pattern.

Because . . . you looked cold? *Meg says, puzzled.*

"Oh."

Uh oh, I think Hyde's embarassed...he runs the blanket's fabric through his fingers.

"It's always kinda...cold in here."

Hence, *Meg says patiently,* the blanket.

It never seems that cold to me, though; much colder in Paris. But.

"Yeah, it's...cold in Wisconsin too."

Hyde runs a hand through his tangled hair, looking away.

You'd think you'd learn to wear a jacket, *Meg says, with a wry grin.*

Hyde smirks back at her. "It's, like...May where I come from, man."

He digs into his pockets until eventually he comes up with a woefully crooked cigarette. Shrugging, he lights up anyway.

Too bad you don't have a tutu, *Meg says, innocently.* Then you could carry your jacket about with you everywhere.

Hyde gives her a....look. 'Cause, yeah. MegLogic.

"Thanks, Meg," he deadpans. Though he is smiling, just a little.

*Would it be carrying it too far to offer him one?

Yeah, probably. But Meg does it anyways.*

I could get you one . . .

Now Hyde looks even more embarassed, in a little kid sorta way.

"Nah...'salright. I got jackets up in my room..."

He shrugs, looking down at the cigarette in his hand.

*Well, Meg meant, get him a tutu. But a jacket works too. She cocks her head.*

So why don't you sleep there, instead of in the bar?

Hyde decides hiding behind his snark is the best way to deal with...well, anything really.

"Forgot how to climb stairs?"

How tragic. *Contrary to popular belief, Meg is capable of snark!*

They say practice makes perfect, you know.

"Yeah, but laziness destroys effort."

Hyde snorts smoke out his nostrils. Like a devil bull!

*Devil bulls do not intimidate the girl who's pals with Lucifer.*

Point, but it also gives you frostbite.

Hyde shrugs again.

"I'll be alright, Meg. If I had some whiskey I'd be warmer, but the bar's a prude."

*Meg blinks.* She won't give you alcohol? Why not?

*Meg knows nothing of age limits.*

"Nah, she won't because Bernard's a jackass."

Hyde smiles at the bar as if knowing it'll hear him or something.

*Meg blinks at him.*

Bar gives me alcohol just fine . . . Bar? Absinthe, please?

*Lo, it appears!*

Hyde eyes the absinthe.

"I'll take that Green Fairy off your hands if you have no use for her..."

Long as you promise not to drink it all at once, *Meg says sternly.* I don't want to come down and find you dead of alcohol poisoning.

"I can't die of alcohol poisoning - I already had a tolerance in the womb."

Hyde grins and reaches for the little glass. Or is it a bottle? Whichever it is.

Well, then, *Meg points out,* since who knows when the next time someone will be around to get you some is, you ought to save all that for a rainy day. As for me, I ought to go upstairs. Night, Hyde.

*She turns to go, leaving the absinthe and turtle blankie behind.*

"Night, Meg," he mutters after her.

And is surprised at how long the embarassment stays after her departure.

*Billy's drinking some beer and eating some food, as talked about in his entrance post. He's aware that Hyde might be sitting next to him, but is also aware that due to millitime, he might not. He's really not sure where to go here, but he likes the beer, so drinks some.*

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